You want to hangout
But you dont crave my presence
You want to call
But only when the silence is unbearable
You want to talk
But you disappear when your done talking about yourself
You want me
But only when everybody else is busy
You say you care
But you never ******* ask
You say I’m your favourite person in the world
But yet it seems you would pick everyone else
You say you miss me
and i hate that I believe you for a second
the way butterflies consume me
and the pain no longer matters
Only to be punched in the gut
by the truth of your actions